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I think it all happened along time ago…

Maybe it was the pacific northwest, surrounded by all that water? Lake after lake after, river after river, and lets not forget the pacific ocean itself! Or it could have been all of those brothers, four of them in fact, all older and not a sister in sight. They ruled the roost and it was either join in or get left behind and I couldn’t let that happen, oh no, not me… The barbie dolls that were gifted to a little girl sat dusty and neglected, beautiful dresses perfectly pressed hanging silent in the closet, now those were gladly left behind. Always running to keep up and not afraid to get dirty, maybe… Maybe it was just being born into a family that loved the outdoors, especially summer with all the sun and water that you could possibly soak up not to mention the fishing, water skiing, hunting and motorcycles that were a constant swirl around my youth it’s no wonder I turned into…

a fishergirl.

Yes somewhere back then with all of those influences and with maybe, just maybe a natural love of it all, I know the seed was planted and took root. I LOVE to fish. I do. I love everything about it. The gear, the preparation, the fishing buddies, the adventure, the pursuit, the fight, the stories, the one that got away and even the days without one in sight, as long as I’m fishing.

I can just imagine how I was plotting to catch those sneaky fish even here…

So now I’m all grown up, sigh. Yes, a full blown adult. All is not lost though… The gear is better, the adventures wilder, the fish are bigger..

and if that weren’t enough, I have been blessed with two of my very own minnows to take fishing and hopefully to impart this same love of fishing, one to last a life time. Oh I still go on big girl adventures of my own, but when I get the chance I take them along with me and they are turning into excellent little fisherkids!


Now, I must mention the other family member you will hear about from time to time. Mr fishergirl. Yep, that’s him…He’s a corn fed midwest boy who is secure enough in his manhood to be referred to as mr fishergirl and was crazy enough to marry me and still put up with all of my fishergirl ways. Now before I get too gushy over him let me tell you one of his most redeeming qualities. Are you ready for this? He cleans every fish I bring home. Did you get that? EVERY ONE! What a man! Oh I can clean a fish, my dad made sure of that, but mr fishergirl, he knows the way to my heart…

So. By now I’m sure you think I am some crazy lady who fishes way too much and you are absolutely right. But I’m guessing since you are here and still reading this, I may not be alone. I hope you enjoy this blog and my ramblings on about all things fish and I’ll try to pass on some of the tricks I learn about on the way. What I really do hope comes out of all of this is that somewhere, someone gets inspired to go fishing and even better if they take their kids too, and remember don’t leave the girls behind!

fishergirl